Oh how I love.....A good Quote

Like so many women my age, we are all coming to a point in our early 20's where we are beginning to embrace a lot of aspects of our lives and attaching meaning to it....

I guess you could say, we are beginning to embrace what it means to be young, single, black and female......

I heard this quote the other day...well, its a rather famous quote, I'm just late in the game on hearing it.....found it to be a great quote to live by as you begin to embrace the "you", you never knew you were.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” ~Marianne Williamson~

NICE...........

Nice..........





I say this word often when I watch sports





I say this word when someone says something compelling



I say this word when I really, really like something, when something gives me life.......


So, I came to the conclusion yesterday that this is really all I think I need from someone I like, or I am dating.......niceness.......


I really don't think I can live without that...its a quality that has to be present.......


Seriously, I think about what I am looking for..........Think about what you are looking for....


All I need from someone is for them to own the element of : "nice"


If someone is extremely....kind...sweet...respectful.....I think I could or can overlook a number of things.....the superficial things


When someone is so nice to you...like genuinely warm towards you.......and its authentic......I don't think I could really ask for more.....

I can't live without that......


That's really it.....I think all I need is someone to be nice and I am good...........


Cheers to that.....tap glasses to that.....just be nice.....to me.......

Beyond The Fog

I was talking to one of my friends yesterday about a concept called "Fog of War".Fog of War can mean several different things.In football terms, fog of war means exaggeration. Things look bigger and more exaggerated when action is taking place......Better said, its like when you try and see things through fog....everything on the other side seems so scary, unfamiliar, fear is heighten.

My friend and I talked about the fear of the unknown......and a valid point was made...He said people aren't scared of the dark. People are scared of what's in the dark that they can't see......

I'm going somewhere with this........work with me here........

I think leaping into the unknown is what makes you grow.

Step outside your box....outside your comfort zone.

I've been doing that a lot lately.....stepping into the fog....

Is it really worth it?

I think it depends....I think everyone wants validation when they make that leap.......

You want someone to acknowledge your effort and to realize how hard it is for you to make that choice.....to come outside of what makes you comfortable.

The fog can be mentally blinding....and can present so much anxiety...

Here is a question:

Say you were standing in the middle of the street, and fog went across the street...not allowing you to see what's on the other half of the street in front of you. Would you bust through? Would you say, forget that, I'm going to walk through, I want to know whats on the other side. Or would you say, never that, I'm gone, there's no telling what's out there.

I'm busting through....because no matter what, from here on out, I never want to ask myself what if......and yes, that's really worth it.

Friends....Im Finally writing again, I got some inspiration.

So, you guys can quit worrying about me...I'm blogging.

This is written in the old school, chopped up sentences, sort of poetic justice style.........

Love yall!

~Domi Christin

22....about to be 23.

Never Really opened up in my life. Ever. To anyone.

Until Recently.

Met Someone. Scared me.

He has that type of physical beauty that your momma told you existed. And you looked at her like she was crazy, thinking your momma was talking that old school myth again. Telling her that the true beauty, the kind you see on your television screen, doesn't exist. Nobody could ever be that beautiful.

Ok. I saw it for myself.

That kind of cuteness doesn't just exist in television...its right here in po-dunk, southern, small town VA.

I met him.

That kind of swagger that just makes you quiet yourself, get still, so you can take in the brilliance of whats sitting across from you.

I sat with him.

And I took in for a second, what it looks like to deal with a dude who has been raised well.

I took in what a dude looks like when he has manners.

When he is polite.

When he knows how to tip.

When he remembers the waitors name.

Seriously taken aback.

I wanted to pretend he wasn't decent.

Its safer that way.

But I didn't.

For a sec, for the night, I let go of being Dominique. ( I know, hard to believe)

I opened up.

Had a ball.

Met knew people.

Made Potential new friends.

Danced a little...( I know, your telling yourself, Dominique doesn't dance)

Nervous as Hell....I was...palms sweating.

I don't get nervous ever.

Did the ultimate no-no....might have blown up the phone number just a tad.

But I was So confused. What could I do?

It disappeared. He disappeared.

The "it" being...that good feeling you get when you like chillin' with someone...its in the pit of your stomach.

I wanted to pretend, remember?

I wanted to pretend I didn't have a good time.

Can't fake what a good time it was.

Did I mention I blew his phone up?

So, what do we do as women when they disappear?

We ask too many damn questions of ourselves:

Did I do something wrong?

Did I say something bad?

I just don't know why we retort to this tactic: Questioning.

I'm a Virgo- so I do it ten times more than the next woman.

I had to pull back.

Stop asking questions.

Stop calling.

So, its Monday.

I didn't call yesterday.

Next time, please remind me.......to not open up.

Please.